Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-11-11
A DREAMER OF DREAMS.

Mrs. Cabot rises to the bait immedi
ately, for this Is an old, familiar griev
ance.
Il think" she replies, that YOU
mother is the very worst cook l ever hat
( the misfortune to meet"
Your candor is only equaled by YOU
superior Judgment, my dear" says Mr.
| Cabot, with pretende,kdignity, which can
not impose upon his wife, and as they
both break into laughter she seizes al
orange from a dish of the golden fruit
/ and aims it at his head. He catches il
/ with the skill Of baseballist, tosses q
/ kiss in return with his fingers across the
table, and proceeds TO remove the rint
4 and eat the juicy pulp. 1t need not bs
/ remarked that the CabOts are q very
| young couple.
Aren't you almost through breakfast"
asks Mrs. Cabot; ''you have sat here
Of cessation
Il am lingering over this pleasant r.
| past" solemnly, because it will be lopl
presence again"
what do you means''
Got to go TO New York tonight on
biz" briskly.
''Oh, dear for how long this timer
disconsolately.
1T may be four years and it may be
Mavourneen."
'.Iiow silly you arer'
perhaps l shall take you, II you are a
good girl
''Oh, oh! and the babys" delightedly.
''Oh. harg the baby
"John Sebastian Cabot,!r'
Il only meant Claborately explain
ing. THAT You could hang him carefully
up on a peg in your cedar closet, SO that
he would he nice and warm and comfort
ably out Of the way until you come back.
Or-or-" insinuating!y. you might get
my mother to come and take care of him. ~
Yes, l guess so,'' scornfully. "And
find him fun Of parecoric and catnip tea
when get hack. No, sir, But if your
sister will stay here with him and the
nurse and never let him ont of her sight
for one single minute, why, In think
of itl''
well, if don't get to the Office earlier
than this, my boss will give ME the great
American bounce" says Mr.. Cabot, and
rising. he leisurefy seeks the hall. His
outer coat is donned, his hat given the
very latest tip. his mlstache receives
the correct twist. and he walks down the
front steps, unf Dlding the morning paper
as he goes. A thought strikes him, how
ever, and he looks back to see his wife a.
the open door. distinctly pouting.
Whats the matter. Gladys.'
You forgot something" the pout wild
ening to smile.
''Eh; OH and he returns, takes her in
his arms and kisses each soft cheek.
Virtue is its own and only reward in this
case, for Gladys unSratefully remarks, as
she twists away from him: "How your
old mustachc scratches my face'
"A kiss without a mustache is like an
egg without salt, quotes he, and departs.
They are a handsome young couple as
they promenade the deck of the New York
boat. John presents TO Gladys, with I'M
disguised satisfaction, several gentlemen
OF his acquaintance whom he happens TO
meet, and the little lady rather fiirts with
one OF them, Capt. Cochrane by name,
blonde by nature. and endowed by mis-
fairy godmothcr with the gift of CAB.
NO, Mrs. Cabot, =" he says, later in the
evening-John has disappeared, being last
seen with an un.ighted cigar in his hand.
leaving Gladys to the enjoyment of the
moonlight, the salt breeze, and Capt
Cochrane's society," could love but
once, should l love at all, but ah. when /
meet my ideal, find her bound by chains
which l fear cannot be broken"'
Goodness! how did get in as deep as
this.' reflects Gladys, hut aloud she only
LAYS sweetiy, at is SO chilly must 90 to
my stateroom. Would You mind isnding
hr. Cabot for Jces''
The captain regrets TO lose his attent-
I've listener, but protests it is no trouble
to obey her commands. When John
comes strolling in, he finds Gladys not
SO engaged in the mysteries of the toilette
but that she can rchearse the captains
tender looks and gestures for her hus-
bands editication. Her recital is accom-
panied by much laughter, notwithstand-
ing which Mr.. Cabot sits gloomily tug
ging at his priced mustache. without a
Smile; and he presently falls upon the fas-
ciaating captain and metaphorically
smites him hip and thigh, giving most
accounts of his past and pres
mt life. Gladys only replies. Il shouldn't
!hink you would introduce such n man to
me. Even your mother would know bet
ter than that, and goes to sleep shortly,
quite satisfied with herself.
But later she wakes from a troubled
.rcam, so real that her face is wet, her
pillow is wet and the tears still streaming.
| he wind and the waves outside tumultu-
,usly call 10 each other and the boat is
'ocking. Her baby, the round, soft crea-
ure that always sleeps next her heart,
where is be and how fares lie, Has
he not just seen him. piteous,
roful sight, with blackened garments and |
bleeding tiesh' Did she not hear his |
'iercing cry, Mamma prolonged and |
epeated again and again2 She rises and |
walks the narrow floor and sobs unre- |
trainedly as her vivid dream returns to |
Ter, with her face pressed into her hands. |
Il say-what's up.' comes in a startled |
-oice from John, who, suddenly awah- |
ned, rises on his elbow and anxiolsly |
'azes at her distressed dCmeanor
Il dreamed the baby was dreadfully |
,urned and was crying for me-" is all |
hat Gladys can answer. with gasps and
Obs interruptng.
Having impaired her grief causes it TO
osc some Of its keenness. John quietly
oothes her and endeavors to induce her
rest and sleep again: but no Eure sleep
or Gladys. Her dream has quite unnerved
er
~ am a faithless, unworthy motherw
obs she. 20. why did you ask NE to come
18th you and leave him.r
Because am miserable sinner, the
hlefest tmong ten thousand" acknowl-
iScd john promptly. Now, have a
tile conImon sense, Gladys. You fiirted
lst ever in"-vour conscience reproached
on'--tGladys tosses her head)-'you
lIssed the baby and tried to make your
elf think you had neglected him-went
D bed very tired--and your nightmare
'as the inevitable consequence Seeyr
mo, / don't see," stubbornly says
iladys. SIT was not a dream, it was a
ision. / saw him--saw my baby, John!
md am going straight back to him as
ast as my feet can carry mer'
81 think you had not better try to walk
:" says John. IF you will wait till the :
oat gets in will pay your fare back on
he fast train. But perhaps you will ..
lange your mind by morning"
Deluded man. lie can no more keep his
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